Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.